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All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts , His acts being seven ages

-William Shakespeare

Verily does this adage resonate in this world. Everyday, I put on facade, a mask, of self-control and severity. If any signs of weakness show, it shall render me in destruction of others and myself. I disdain merryment ,laughter, and friendship.
Nay! These are only weapons in a guise that maim and mock us!

No faith do I possess, it is futile.I t is but a joke that drags us into its current of hope and then drowns us into despair.

Life is a cold slog through razor-sharp shards of ice.

A wall must be erected and let nothing penetrate through.

Sin is all too real.It crushes us in its grinding wheels, its pounding hooves, till we are nothing, like those before who sojourned along the path.

--From The Decemberist Account of Eugene Onegin


Eugene Onegin is Pushkin's (and perhaps literature's) most ambiguous,misunderstood and repelling yet compelling character.
A vain, shallow youth,possessing an attitude of cockiness and arrogance.
A man of the world,he is jadedly aloof, cold and calculating. Around himself, he constructs a tight, towering wall of rejection and fierce pride.
He reveals no emotion,drowning out any with a veneer of dashing braggadocio.Yet looking behind this superfluous facade, we find a strikingly different Onegin.
His swaggering arrogance hides his consuming insecurity,the tepid manner conceals an aching shyness, his worldliness covers up his uncertainty (and his yearning to find it) of faith, both in God and people,and his shallowness is but a front for his low self-esteem.
As the years pass, becoming mere ashes into meaningless oblivion,he discovers the fallacy of living such a life.
And slowly but surely his walls deteriorate,his veneer cracks, dripping out all his flaws and fears and his facade crumbles to the ground.

I ponder whether Onegin, as callous as he is, finds the Winter in match with the fiber of his being.No other season is as more mistaken for its solitarity than this one,and Onegin seems to dwell in loneliness like it is his shelter or, sanctuary, if you will.
A stark contrast is that while the joyous celebration of Christmas,the Birth of Our Lord,and New Year, the renewed beginning of a new year (and for some,a new life lies in the distance),Onegin disdains such joy.
It as if the light and warmth of the joy stabs and blinds him.
Perhaps it strip his soul naked and wither it, for its lack of anything kind or good.
If only, he would have Christ in his life, imagine the fate which would have been laid before him.

The above denouncment of mankind and life is of Ongein's own voice I penned form my novel, The Decemberist Account of Eugene Onegin. Below is my own contemplations of literary quinessential byronic anti-hero...

As I study more in Russian Opera, the more intrigued I am by the complex characters of it , with their dual natures and personalities,slightly schizophrenic in emotional areas.No better voice is suited to such complexity than the baritone , possessing the beauty of the tenor and profound power of their bass counterparts, theirs is not a "easy-listening" one but a rich and soulful one, nonetheless.

And its Literature is perhaps the most profund the world has ever read and pondered its vast pages that examine the human soul....
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carlitadiecarlavanes Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014
Ongein zal idd ingetiept zijn
Classically-DePunk Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
carlitadiecarlavanes Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014
Oh you just spelled onegin as ongein, a word that means in dutch something like a wrong joke, there are some people working in eindhoven with a big criminal nose who took advantage of your writing error, trying to be funny, on september 21 2003, you get it, nothing personal from me to you,  I like your work and succes with your gallery, god bless you
Classically-DePunk Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. This is very kind of you.
This piece here is actually quite an old piece that I had forgotten about- this was prior to when I began taking my art and writing more seriously.
Thank you ever so much.
God bless you very much! Thanks for taking time to look at my work!
Your work is excellent, I hope you did not mind if I took the liberty of adding you to my deviant watch?
carlitadiecarlavanes Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2014
Thanks a lot forr your deviantwatch :)
Classically-DePunk Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You are quite welcome! :aww:
primulatook Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2010  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
this entire page just takes my breath away....
i will read it again and did so well here, my dear...
Classically-DePunk Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you immensely, Prim. I adamantly believe that writing is my gift as opposed to artwork...

This is such a vast honor that you find so vast favor with my work.
Randomer-unknown Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2010
Where can i read The Decemberist Account of Eugene Onegin? It sounds brilliant and very complex.

Opera contains such wonderful stories
Classically-DePunk Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
I wrote "The Decemberist Account of Euegen Onegin"

Opera does indeed! Do you favor opera? I am quite obessed with Operas!
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